I would caress thee, Dearest, kiss thy hand.
And we would find some lovely mountain hut,
I’d let thee off my back, the door I’d shut;
We’d sit by a fire and thou with elfin charm
Wouldst fall asleep and wake upon my arm.
I would caress thee, Dearest, kiss thy hand.
And we would find some lovely mountain hut,
I’d let thee off my back, the door I’d shut;
We’d sit by a fire and thou with elfin charm
Wouldst fall asleep and wake upon my arm.